Doubt Is The Only Road © Surazeus 2023 12 11 Since we are the line between good and evil, forming roughly zones of ovular swirls, that fluctuate with context of desire around poles of moral choice, stuck to land we claim as ours based on ancestral birth, our conscious souls oscillate into change. The White Whole at the center of all light, which generates existence from its dream, forms vast expanding oval of desire from God Eye of thought inside core of hope that spirals atoms into structured things through construction and destruction of change. Though future possibilities of hope, that would transpire from choice of eager love, to travel toward paradise we create, bloom from bright visions our brains generate, we cannot see consequences of actions hidden around bends in the undergrowth. I am no transparent eye-ball of truth for I am limited in time-spaced scope through capability to perceive how chaos of nature would metamorphose from tense compression of this present state, so I proceed with faith that time will tell. I can only travel one road of life so I progress on rough journey I choose, satisfied that destiny I create is natural expression of my soul state as I transcend past versions of myself to become new self my heart generates. Though I lament need of calm mental health to accept well that I am limited in subjective perception of this world, I resist fraught urge to plunge on ahead by lingering at this crossroads of my fear, knowing my analysis must be vague. So many signless roads spread out from where I stand forever on the edge of time, fragmenting my future selves into souls who will always be same as I am now, thus I decide with sly skeptical grin, wherever I roam my heart is my home. As I step forward on the road not taken, I proclaim loudly to ravens in oaks that Doubt is the only road to the Truth for there is no road that I never take, because this true road I blaze with my will becomes my own line between good and evil.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, December 11, 2023
Doubt Is The Only Road
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